Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Deputy Commander Zhao: "..."

Su Wanqing: "..." She finally understood what true infatuation was.

Deputy Commander Zhao coughed again to cover his embarrassment, grabbed Qian Lao, who was pretending to be deaf and mute, and said:

"Old Qian, you are a top expert in national radar technology. I know you are eager to work on this research as quickly as possible. You are the most senior and prestigious person here. Tell everyone to go have a meal, just for ten minutes, have a drink of water and then come back. We must make room for Comrade Su."

Old Qian, feeling somewhat helpless being caught, glanced at Su Wanqing and said impatiently, "Old Zhao, you didn't just make this up to get us to have a meal, did you?"

Deputy Commander Zhao immediately pulled out the document: "Look, this is not fabricated, it's real, and the organization has already approved it."

"Comrade Su Wanqing and her family have all made great contributions, which is why this was a special approval. You're older and more experienced, so hurry up and let everyone go have a meal. I don't care if you stay up all night, but now we need to clear the table for them."

After reading the document, Mr. Qian was somewhat puzzled: "It's actually true?"

He glanced at the elderly expert beside him.

The person next to him muttered, "Hey, even if it's true, Lao Zhao, not to be rude, but time is so precious these days! We'll go when we're hungry, thirsty, or need to pee, so just leave this to us. Besides, what kind of information can someone who's not an expert in this field gather from such a large fighter jet?"

"Exactly, what can you collect in ten minutes? We've been working on it for ages before we even turned it on. If you're going to collect anything, you might as well have her come with us to collect it."

After listening to everyone's words, Qian Lao shrugged: "Old Zhao, you heard it too. Now is a critical time. Everyone has just figured out some of the radar's functions. If you ask us to leave, no one will be happy."

"Don't delay our research. Collect the girl however you like, just don't damage her, but don't waste our time." After saying that, he quickly got back to work.

The others quickly continued on their way, completely ignoring the two of them.

Deputy Commander Zhao glanced awkwardly at Su Wanqing, never expecting things to turn out this way.

He scratched his head and said to Su Wanqing, "Xiao Su, wait a minute. I'll just have the guards come and take these old guys away. I think if being gentle doesn't work, we'll have to take a tougher approach..."

He never expected that his words, spoken by a dignified military region leader, would have no effect; the people simply wouldn't listen!

Su Wanqing immediately stopped them: "Hey, no, no, no, if we force them to leave, they probably won't want to go, and it wouldn't be good if it caused a conflict. Perfect timing, Commander, I have something good here that these experts will definitely want to see. As soon as I take it out, everyone will definitely gather around."

Deputy Commander Zhao looked at Su Wanqing with disbelief: "Even if you put dragon meat in front of them now, they wouldn't even glance at it. These days, they'd only budge if you presented them with the most advanced radar analysis data from the US."

Su Wanqing smiled slightly, took out a mysterious small black box from her basket, opened it, took out all the documents and blueprints inside, and handed them to Deputy Commander Zhao and Old Qian, saying directly:

"It's quite a coincidence that my friend sent me this box again today, saying it came from some country. Anyway, it's not exactly honorable. He didn't say much, just that this thing is of great help to our country. It happens to be the most advanced radar technology in that country, probably the most advanced radar technology in the world right now."

"Tsk tsk, the most advanced radar technology, huh?"

Upon hearing this, Qian was both amused and exasperated. He simply put down his research project, put on his reading glasses, and said, "I want to see just how advanced it is. The most advanced radar technology in the world right now belongs to the British company Marconi. That's a core national secret; it's impossible for it to be leaked."

An expert who overheard their conversation chuckled, "That's right. If this thing could be developed, that country would be finished."

"Haha, who can argue with that? Let alone other countries, even with our country's outdated radar technology, if it were stolen, we'd be finished."

As soon as Mr. Qian opened the first page of the document, his expression changed. His face turned as red as if he had been holding back his anger, his eyes shifting from indifference to surprise and shock, and then to fervor.

In the end, he simply plopped down on the fighter jet's landing gear.

Someone nearby joked, "Hey, Lao Qian, take it easy. Can't you even stand up straight when you're looking at some documents?"

The deputy commander Zhao, who had just been unconvinced, suddenly changed his expression, his breathing became rapid, and he trembled as he quickly flipped through the pages, staring at Su Wanqing in disbelief.

"Xiao Su... Su... this thing your friend got... it seems real, really? Where did you get it from?"

His voice was stuttering; it was unbelievable.

If we could actually get our hands on this thing, what would be the difference between that and stealing from someone's house and having them keep watch for you?

Stealing this thing is no less than burglarizing someone's house and then leaving a huge mess inside. How could anyone possibly agree to that?

Su Wanqing nodded with a smile: "As I told you before, my friend can not only get those things, but he might also be able to get these. And everything he gets is genuine, so there's no need for him to fake them and fool everyone, making everyone happy for nothing."

Deputy Commander Zhao was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.

"Old Qian, get up! What are you doing lying on the ground?"

"Shut up!" A stern voice suddenly rang out. Old Qian simply lay down on the ground, took out a flashlight, and read each word carefully, looking as if he had just realized something. Then he raised his voice:

"Stop fiddling around there! Come and look at this! This is the answer clearly written down; we can just copy it! Forget about the fighter jet; we don't understand it anyway. Just look at this. This is Britain's most advanced radar technology! This isn't second-rate; it's the top-of-the-line series of radar and electronic warfare technology that we know of right now!"

After Qian Lao finished shouting, the entire base fell silent, then erupted into chaos.

"Old Qian, you're not kidding, are you?"

Although everyone was puzzled, they quickly put down their work and came over to see.

This sight immediately caused an uproar.

"Damn, this is truly the most advanced radar technology in Britain; it's incredibly detailed, down to every single module!"

"Let me see, let me see, it's real, it's fucking real! This document was written step by step, stroke by stroke, as if they were afraid we wouldn't understand it, they practically fed us! It's all real, hahaha!"

"How did you get your hands on this material? It's so comprehensive, like a beginner's guide! Are you afraid we won't be able to learn it?"